Through my slumber, I feel you caress my fur that has been warmed by the fire. I feel the softness of your skin as your fingers play with my ears. The feeling of your touch brings mixed feelings to my senses. I’m comforted by the gentleness and care that you take as you run your fingers through my fur, but an excitement burns inside as your hands splay across my yearning flesh. Your hand runs along my neck, and across my jaw. I badly want to kiss your hand but I’m afraid you will pull away if I do. So I do not dare not move.
While still asleep, I feel your fingers trace upon my lips. My tongue fights at the barrier of my teeth as I want to taste you again. I feel you looking upon me. I wonder if you are looking upon me with love and sympathy or out of obligation and concern. Do you know the feelings I have had for you or are you just taking pity upon a big bad wolf that stopped the bear.